06/05/2025
Surgery Day + That First Breath After
I barely slept the night before my hysterectomy, maaaaaybe 2 hours. Not from doubt, but because after 14 years in OB and surgery, I knew too much. I had witnessed enough intubations to keep myself up, replaying every possible scenario, I wasn’t afraid of the surgery… I was afraid of what I couldn’t control.
And here’s what no one told us about surgery day:
-Follow every single instruction. Your surgical team isn’t making suggestions... they’re laying out your safety net.
-The moment they say “no food after midnight,” your stomach gets extra dramatic.
-I arrived early (a miracle in itself), my coworker met me and my mom, and just like that I felt grounded again.
Once back in pre-op, I had my IV placed, vitals done, pregnancy test taken (because, protocols), and I requested Versed. Why? Because lying flat on an OR table is my trigger, and it wasn’t going to be peaceful unless I had a little help relaxing.
My team was ALL women. ALL brilliant. ALL compassionate.
My surgeon came in, my urogynecologist came in, and my mom met the resident, fellow, CRNA, and PA. I looked at her and said, “Look at all this woman power and all this diversity. I’m safe here.”
The last thing I saw? A photo of the PA’s baby, I helped catch. Full circle.
The surgery didn’t convert to open, shout out to the laparoscopic win, but baby, the gas pain was real. Post-op, I felt heavy and full… like I couldn’t move or burp. My nurse was everything. She stayed on top of my pain, reassured me, and never made me feel rushed. I stayed in recovery about 6 hours, long enough to p*e, hydrate, and get my bearings.
Here’s what I wish more of us knew:
-General anesthesia knocks you out, but doesn’t manage pain. My team had a plan, pre-op Tylenol, post-op fentanyl + dilaudid. But honestly, it was around-the-clock Tylenol + Motrin and SLEEP that helped me heal.
-Gas and bloating were wild. Senna and my binder helped. But that first walk to get that gas moving… I barely made it past three houses before I had to lean over, hands on knees, deep breathing like I was between pain, exhaustion, and being back in labor.
-The post-op tiredness isn’t the same as the fibroid fatigue. This is a ‘rebuild-your-body-from-the-inside’ tired. And it requires giving yourself grace.
By Day 2, I was able to labor-coach myself through the most anticipated bowel movement of my life (midwives, y’all already know). I now FULLY believe in the power of J-breathing.
Rest is essential. Not a suggestion. A prescription.
I’m grateful for my team, for the timing, for the brilliance in that OR, and for the power of telling the story with my own voice.
💕Dr. Mara
✨ In Part 5, I’ll share more about what recovery really looks like—emotionally, physically, spiritually.
Let’s keep naming what was never said out loud.
Part 4: Surgery Day & Immediate Post-Op